Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 1191 A Gift for You

Ning An sent an anonymous text message to Gu Huiyin in the bathroom.

No woman would be willing to push her husband out if she wasn't disheartened.

She no longer has any thoughts or fantasies about Song Shaoyan, she is not a little girl anymore, she still has reason.

The text message was a few numbers: "Song Shaoyan has returned to the capital."

After posting, she put away her mobile phone, stood in front of the mirror, combed her hair and clothes, and put on her makeup.

Because of the alcohol, her face was very rosy, and there was a layer of mist in her eyes, she looked less stubborn and more gentle.

She put on her bag and went out to look for Song Shaojun.

Song Shaojun's driver had already parked the car outside the hotel. It was sunny outside. A man in a black suit was leaning on the back seat, his eyes were handsome and warm.

He rested his head and waited for Ning An, rubbing his temples with one hand.

When Ning An got into the car, he raised his head and smiled: "Here we are, how are you doing, are you okay?"

"Thank you Mr. Song for helping me hold back a lot of wine at the wine table. Fortunately, I'm fine." Ning An also bent his lips and smiled, "It's just a little sleepy, you must be tired too."

At the noon banquet, Song Shaojun held back a lot of wine for her in a gentlemanly manner, otherwise, she must be very drunk at this moment.

She also knew that Song Shaojun drank a lot.

"I told you not to come in the afternoon, you have to come." Song Shaojun said with a smile, "You can be so diligent as a subordinate, so naturally I have to come in the afternoon."

"Mr. Song, go back and rest. I can do it by myself. You drank a lot at noon, and there is a dinner in the evening. I'm afraid you still have to drink."

"Don't worry about me, of course I can do what you can do."

Ning An couldn't persuade him anymore, so he left in his car.

The driver starts the car.

Song Shaojun handed her a handbag. The bag was light pink with a bow tied on the mouth. It was simple and charming, with a very soft color and style.

"It's a hard morning, a gift for you." He handed her the handbag.

Ning An quickly refused: "President Song, this is my job, and it's not hard work."

"A gift for you, accept it. There is a dress inside, I will wear it at the dinner party tonight, I just don't know if you like it or not."

"President Song, I really can't accept it. These are all my duties." Ning An was very embarrassed.

"I still have a lot of troubles for you in the future. If you don't accept it, I'm afraid I won't dare to ask you to do things."

"Mr. Song... If you have anything to do, just talk to me."

"But you refuse me even small gifts, don't you?"

Ning An was helpless, she couldn't beat Song Shaojun.

"Go back and try the dress, it will be used for the dinner tonight, and you don't have to buy it, time doesn't allow it."

Ning An also knew that all the dresses in her closet were from the past, and she hadn't bought a decent evening dress this year.

She accepted Song Shaojun's gift: "If you have anything to do with Mr. Song in the future, just talk to me."

"Well...you change the title first."

"This..." Ning An was even more embarrassed.

Song Shaojun glanced at her, saw her frowning, and smiled: "Forget it, I won't make things difficult for you."

"Mr. Song, if you have a headache, remember to take some painkillers, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable. I have experienced it before." Ning An urged.

"I remember."

The car drove straight from the hotel, Song Shaojun sent Ning An to her apartment first, and after watching her go upstairs safely, he returned to his own residence.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and even the wind was delicate and gentle.

(End of this chapter)